The Child from Space Inside by The Cremant

1991

The year when you came into the world,
Paranoid and nervous,
Like the following 16 years unfurled.

A solid bouquet of ailments you bore,
Irritating your young mother's heart,
In a family council, together they swore,
To entrust the child to grandmother's part.

Not bad years, all in all, for a start,
Until chaos descended on a rest,
New family replaced your father's chart,
"Bad parents don't exist," they confessed.

Compliant, you grew increasingly wary,
Blocking memories, your mind's solitary path,
Fog shrouded your journey, all was scary,
"What a wretched boar!" they'd laugh.

Around the age of thirteen, anger woke,
Though quelled by your dear sister's grace,
The feeling that you were but a guest spoke,
Never leaving you, an ever-present trace.

To your mother, it was all the same,
Discipline upheld by her chain-bound hound,
Your life found its way to a shadowy game,
And in the darkness, you grew, earthbound.

When you came sixteen, your mother left home,
And not long after, you did depart.

Family ties would be mended with time,
Many years later, after your grandma's end,
"I don't know what to say," mother'd chime,
And so it goes, an apology to extend.

Childhood now visits you less and less,
All the wounds gathered and stored in a chest,
Life's improved, forever in progress,
Yet occasionally, a knock unrest.

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